The Mate Rejected

Prologue

Prologue

I hear the front door slam, alerting me that he is home. There's no use trying to escape because he will always find me, I learn't that lesson the first time. My hand absentmindedly runs under my breast, touching above my third rib where the reminder of this lies. I can still feel the uneven skin through my thin t-shirt.

I would lock my bedroom door but he wouldn't allow me to have a lock on the door. Why should I be allowed to lock so I can stop people coming in and out as they please. Yet although there is no lock keeping me here I am still trapped. I'm imprisoned.

I hear dense footfalls bounding up the wooden stairs in quick progression. My heart races as I scramble into the usual hiding place. He hasn't found this one yet. All the others were too easy, he had captured me within seconds but this one seems to be holding up for the last couple of days, cloaking my small body in darkness. If I cannot run, the least I can do is hide.

I try to calm my erratic breathing as I hear the roar of the door slamming into the wall. Heavy purposeful footsteps carry him around the room as he searches for something, someone. Me. My small trembling palm covers my mouth as a panic-stricken whimper leaves my mouth.

Please don't find me, please just this once.

It's silent. I hear no other noise except the thud of my heartbeat pounding into my ears. What is he doing? I stay motionless, not giving him any chance to discover me. But just as my tightly strung body releases a unrelenting breath of unease a heavy hand falls upon my slim arm.

No, please no. I beg you.

I know to stay silent. Speaking only makes it worse. Gripping fingers dig in like claws, merciless and harsh. No regards for the bruises that will be left on my skin enter his mind. I know this because they will complement the lingering yellow welts that stain my skin from last week. He says they are tattoos, that I should wear them proudly, that they let me know he owns me.

My moist eyes stay downcast, like when facing royalty. I must show respect, only the deserving are allowed to look into his cold black eyes. Although I follow his rules his grip tightens cutting off what little circulation I had. I must not show my agony either. It will only make this all the more harrowing.

I slam against his chest as he closes the space between us, his threatening body towering over my fragile frame. I know what's next, it's unpreventable, unavoidable. His manly nose runs along my jaw and into the crook of my neck. I'm unable hold back the tears that stream down my raw face. Hopefully they dry before he sees them. Opened mouth kisses coat my neck, causing my stomach to tighten in dread. This is only the beginning, the starter of the meal. Like he's voiced before, 'he likes to savour the taste'. The kisses stop momentarily as his warm breath covers my ear.

"Good evening Princess, did you miss me?" he lures.

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